Monday, April 18, 2011

Drawings for April 2011: 18...dream sequences striding across...

I am packing up the house again. We are moving but the location has not yet been disclosed to me. I am only to pack up the books, the clothes and 3 pieces of furniture. I get to choose those 3 pieces.

We begin to pack the truck and only after the truck is full do we realize there is no engine. We will have to pull the truck ourselves across the country. I ask if there are some horses to help with the pull. I am told there are only goats left in the world and that all the horses are gone.

I pull the truck across the roads and realize that I do not want the stuff in the truck anymore. I pull my sleeping daughter out of the truck cab and move off away from the truck and my books and the three pieces of furniture.

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About Me

I live on the edge of the woods in Maine on a piece of pretty nice dirt with the husband and the person we made and a whole mess of domesticated mammals and snakes that live in the walls of my house. One of my cats brings me rodent hearts and I resist placing them in glass jars. I do however walk barefoot in the mud. I make delicate artwork…delicate like brick wrapped in a lace doily.